I have a confirmation number if you want to write it down.”

“Read it to me.”

“Thirteen forty-one, seven two nine.” A page turned on her end of the line.

“The referral still goes where it goes.

That part isn’t yours to carry anymore.”

I wrote the number on the back of the deed and closed both inside the portfolio.

Arthur came in from the porch with his coat still on and his keys in his fist.

“That lock of yours turns over like a butter knife in a bowl.